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stormcallingArrival:
[ Buses are a weird concept to her. Valamia comes off the bus and watches it turn and speed off with a raised eyebrow. Not quite a wagon but also not a inter-dimensional spaceship. She shrugs and begins to wander around the area close to bus stop. She's got her tail swaying back and forth as she's curiously scrounging about. It isn't every day one gets to be on a new planet. ]
[ Don't mind the fact that she's occasionally stomping a hoof on the sidewalk. It's a alien thing. ]
Video:
[ Ignoring the fact that the camera feed keeps changing since she's turning it over in her hand a few times as she's broadcasting- ]
This is the strangest communication device I've seen and I'm surprised it isn't gnomish...or blowing up yet. No one told me if it is or not but is it mostly human world? I've seen a lot of humans so far. Not that humans are bad.
Forest:
[ Adjusting to a new life means doing what she does best. Get acquainted with the land. So many worlds later she's gotten a pretty good grip of determining stuff that won't kill her and stuff that she isn't going to try and smash in. She's nestled up to a spot she finds comfortable by the river. She's laying on her stomach on the rivers edge with an arm outstretched and a hand soaking in the water. Why? She isn't even sure on that one. ]
[ But she wiggles her fingers a few times and the water around her hand begins to shimmer and glow faintly. As she lifts her hand up and out of the water it instead sticks to her hand instead of dripping off. She turns her hand over and observes the interaction. ]
It's so quiet here. It's strange.
Saloon:
[Where there are drinks, there is eventually one large purple alien there. Not that Valamia has been bothered over it yet by any locals so she hasn't brought up anything about herself either. She be found sitting at the bar, sipping away at a drink with a faint smile on her face. Her tail is somehow wrapped partly around the bar stool to avoid it being stepped on or pulled. The seats next to her empty so she's free for some bothering. ]
[ Buses are a weird concept to her. Valamia comes off the bus and watches it turn and speed off with a raised eyebrow. Not quite a wagon but also not a inter-dimensional spaceship. She shrugs and begins to wander around the area close to bus stop. She's got her tail swaying back and forth as she's curiously scrounging about. It isn't every day one gets to be on a new planet. ]
[ Don't mind the fact that she's occasionally stomping a hoof on the sidewalk. It's a alien thing. ]
Video:
[ Ignoring the fact that the camera feed keeps changing since she's turning it over in her hand a few times as she's broadcasting- ]
This is the strangest communication device I've seen and I'm surprised it isn't gnomish...or blowing up yet. No one told me if it is or not but is it mostly human world? I've seen a lot of humans so far. Not that humans are bad.
Forest:
[ Adjusting to a new life means doing what she does best. Get acquainted with the land. So many worlds later she's gotten a pretty good grip of determining stuff that won't kill her and stuff that she isn't going to try and smash in. She's nestled up to a spot she finds comfortable by the river. She's laying on her stomach on the rivers edge with an arm outstretched and a hand soaking in the water. Why? She isn't even sure on that one. ]
[ But she wiggles her fingers a few times and the water around her hand begins to shimmer and glow faintly. As she lifts her hand up and out of the water it instead sticks to her hand instead of dripping off. She turns her hand over and observes the interaction. ]
It's so quiet here. It's strange.
Saloon:
[Where there are drinks, there is eventually one large purple alien there. Not that Valamia has been bothered over it yet by any locals so she hasn't brought up anything about herself either. She be found sitting at the bar, sipping away at a drink with a faint smile on her face. Her tail is somehow wrapped partly around the bar stool to avoid it being stepped on or pulled. The seats next to her empty so she's free for some bothering. ]
